A motherless child January 10, 2009 Wildborn Sun I am a motherless child stonecold motherless stone cold child no mother could love that Share this:TumblrTwitterGoogleFacebookLike this:Like Loading...
I hadn’t noticed them. They’re horrible. I feel like scrubbing my eyes. After that your poem really made me cry wretched tears. Reply
Profoundly, disturbingly, achingly beautiful.
what gets me is the wordpress generated “possibly related posts”. Now that’s disturbing.
I hadn’t noticed them. They’re horrible. I feel like scrubbing my eyes.
After that your poem really made me cry wretched tears.
they were not extra strong mints you have been tasting…